Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Armenia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Toni Rubio to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Ronnie Foster,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Yellowson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wings,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Metal Thangz,
Sight & Sound,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Saints,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moody Blues,
Camberwell Now,
John Foxx,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
Slave,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hardrive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
a-ha,
DNA,
Malaria!,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
the Germs,
Archie Shepp,
Radio Birdman,
Quantec,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Rotary Connection,
Anthony Braxton,
Blancmange,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pulsallama,
Crispian St. Peters,
Symarip,
Skaos,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.